As we grow older we see the low end, while scaling up to that crack where our ceiling will relent.
We’ll punch our way through and make a dent, before looking down past the heights we’ve reached.
The blisters will hurt but the wind will welcome us; with the coolest of hugs and wettest of kisses.
We’re on our way to our seventh heaven,the castle at the top will open like a dream.
For overcoming all the tests
Our welcome rugs will be in check,
After overcoming our own bests we’ll look down at the word SUCCESS
And we will pump our chests
When we reach the end.